Floor 1 "Wheel": 1-1

[Anastasia]

* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20-2 climb DC 5 and gets 1." [1d20=3]

Uh oh, George.

Varian goes to climb up! The only fly in the ointment is that as he does, he misjudges the grip and tumbles on down! On one hand, he's lucky. It's not far enough to seriously hurt him. On the other, he hears a ceramic cracking and breaking sound as he lands. Like he fell on something small, like oh say, a pottery jar he just picked up.

[Merc]

"Fiddlesticks!" Varian exclaims in annoyance as he picks himself up and quickly checks how badly the jar is broken and if any of it can be recovered. For that matter, to make sure none of it is on him, and if it is that it isn't eating into his clothing or something requiring him to undress or something embarassing. "Bleepin' Fiddlesticks, I say!" he curses again for good measure.

[Anastasia]

As Varian tries to get up, he realizes that there is a problem! He can't get up! It's like pulling against the most perfect, sticky suction in the world! He can't get himself off the floor, the back of his chain shirt and clothing stuck hard!

[Dracos]

OOC: Ouch. 
IC:
"You okay?" Shadow hauled over toward the edge to look.

[Merc]

"...somewhat. Apparently, the black stuff was crazy glue, not a poison. It's almost as annoying though!" Varian replies. "Ugh, going to have to try to wiggle my way out of this, I think."

Carefully, the gnome attempts to pry himself off the clothing, not wanting to get the goop on himself and -really- finding himself in a sticky situation.

[Anastasia]

* Hatbot --> "Infinite_Ko_Loop rolls 1d20-1 calling this a DC 10 dex check and gets 6." [1d20=7]

Admittedly a DM fiat judgment, but I don't feel it's an unreasonable one.

Ooops.

Shit.

Varian's line of thought is quite likely repeating those words. HE wiggles a little too much and waggles - not only is he still stuck, but the small of his back gets a bit out of the armor. Not a problem, right? Weeelllll... a bit of the glue seems to have smeared onto his back. Said small of the back is as attached to the floor as his armor is.

[Merc]

"Fiddlesticks!" Varian swears again. "I'm definitely going to need you to help, Shadow. I'm stuck but good."

[Dracos]

Shadow steadies his leg and nods.  "I'm coming," Shadow looks over the area first, taking good note of where the glue had smeared and picking a spot well away from it to carefully climb down.

Once down, he moves closer and sees if he can pull Varial free, making very sure that he's not getting his hands near the glue and if he was suddenly successful he wouldn't fall back into glue behind him.

[Anastasia]

* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20 DC 5 climb and gets 19." [1d20=19]

Climbing down goes without incident for Shadow. There isn't much glue that isn't beneath poor Varian, so Shadow has plenty of room to work with. He tugs and pulls and rips!

* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20 DC 15 str chechk and gets 11." [1d20=11]

No good. He's stuck from small of the back and chain shirt and clothes and all. While the amount of skin that is stuck is minimal, it's painful for Varian when Shadow goes atugging at it.

[Dracos]

Shadow tries dropping a drip of the acid onto the glue.

[Anastasia]

The acid and glue let out a few whiffs of a horrible smelling smoke! However, they more or less seem to have canceled out.

[Dracos]

"This may sting a little..." Was shadow's only warning as he pulled Varial up, as carefully as possibly spreading the acid around the caught portions.

[Anastasia]

* Hatbot --> "Infinite_Ko_Loop rolls 1d6 you can only be so careful when splashing acid around and gets 6." [1d6=6]

OUCH! While it does work and get Varian free, the acid is still highly potent acid. It leaves several burns on Varian's skin and the fumes are horrible. While he's free now, the back of his armor has several scorches and weakened points thanks to direct acid application. But still, freedom!

9/15

Your armor's hardness has been reduced by 3 points. Note this in case your armor happens to take damage later on.

[Merc]

"Bleepin' Fiddlesticks..." Varian curses. "Who created this ridiculous magic system where a magician can only cast three spells a day? What kind of cockamimi person is able to call himself a magician under those ridiculous restrictions?"

The gnome shakes his head as he tries to calm himself over the inability to heal their wounds now that his spellcasting ability is horribly restricted. "Okay, seeing as we're both wounded, you moreso than I, do you want to rest until I can scrounge up some of this meager magical power I can tap into and heal us...or do we brave meeting more things desiring to kill us?" he asks Shadow.

[Dracos]

"Let's retrieve the key, climb up and retreat to our entrance, and recover until you can cast spells," Shadow agreed, both with his complaints on the weakness and with the retreat.  He went to pick up the gold key that should've been knocked down earlier (and if it isn't, pokes it down with the pole or rope), and then climbs back up, lowering a rope for Varian.